Let’s talk about your behavior tonight,” says Madoc, leaning forward.
“Let’s talk about your behavior tonight,” I return.
He sighs and rubs one large hand over his face. “You were there, weren’t you? I tried to get you all out, so you wouldn’t have to see it.”
“I thought you loved Prince Dain,” I say. “I thought you were his friend.”
“I loved him well enough,” Madoc says. “Better than I will ever love Balekin. But there are others who have a claim on my loyalty.”
I think again of my puzzle pieces, of the answers I came back home to get. What could Balekin have given or promised Madoc that would have persuaded him to move against Dain?
“Who?” I demand. “What could be worth this much death?”
“Enough,” he growls. “You are not yet on my war council. You will know what there is to know i
